Boymom Profiles - Mary



Being a parent is challenging and rewarding no matter what, but being a "boymom" is a unique experience all its own. From now until Mother's Day, I'm going to profile a few fellow awesome "boymoms" for a little insight into their crazy and wonderful worlds. 

This week, we get to know Mary, a gym/after school manager and mom of Avery, 14, Braylon, 11 and Grayson, 8, from Largo, FL:

What is the most rewarding part of being a "boymom"?


The never ending wonder of "what will happen next".

What is the hardest part of being a "boymom"?

Them breaking your heart.

Please tell me a funny story about living with all boys (I know you have them!)

Walking through Victoria Secrets and avery had a stuffy nose. He said out loud," I don't know why my nose is so stiffy?!" His face turned white and he immediately yelled, "I meant why is my nose so stuffy?!!!" Braylon and Grayson started asking what a stiffy was.

When you do find time for yourself, what do you like to do? 

Beach and sleep.

What do people get wrong about being a "boymom"?

That having boys means you have a lot of helpers.

What is your favorite thing to do with your boys? 

Anything adventurous.

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